#teenage

When I'm with my friends' teenage children, I always say, 'Are your friends having sex yet?' ↗

— Sharon Stone

#children #friends #having #i #i always

I don't think you understand what a job really is when you're a teenager. ↗

— Tiffani Amber Thiessen

#job #really #teenager #think #understand

I have more zits now than I did as a teenager. Stress zits. ↗

— Tiffani Amber Thiessen

#i #more #now #stress #teenager

Living with these teenage boys allowed me to see how much their psyches were like their girl counterparts. They were more familiar to me than I would have thought. ↗

— Marlo Thomas

#counterparts #familiar #girl #how #i

I'm more selective now I've got a family. I don't want to work all the time. My daughter's 12; I don't want to miss out on her life. Soon she'll be a teenager; she won't want me around. ↗

— Julie Walters

#daughter #family #got #her #i

The enormous success of 2009's 'The Blind Side,' in which Sandra Bullock makes a black teenager one of the family, demonstrates that America isn't post-racial. It is thoroughly mired in race - the myths that surround it, the guilt it inspires, the discomfort it causes, the struggle to transcend it. ↗

— Wesley Morris

#black #blind #bullock #causes #demonstrates

So how did you get this job, anyway?' I asked. 'My science teacher.' 'Why'd he pick you?' 'For my brains and good looks, obviously.' 'Yeah, right. My social studies teacher picked me, but I can't really figure out why." 'For your brains and good looks, obviously.' 'Um, thanks.' Had Aaron just complimented me? Wow. ↗

— Polly Shulman

#bragging #compliments #teenagers #science

What defines you isn't how many times you crash but the number of times you get back. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#teenagers #you #youth #youth

umm... abit gross it kinda about boyfriend and girlfriend kinda going throw then they break up then they love each other then they make up again and the girl father said u have to come home until 9pm but the girls want more time to be with her boyfriend :) ↗

— Jacqueline Wilson

#happy #teenage-stuff #love

At eighteen, she already looks like a woman of sorrows and as her breaths start becoming shorter, tired of looking over her shoulder, she only wants to get away from this city where no one can fathom her love- boundless and profane and real, like her skin and her lips and the insides of her thighs. She knows she can smile, smell like the others. Her skin would bleed too if pricked and yet this reality does not belong to the ones sleeping on the platform floor; this reality is hers and her alone. Thus when she puts the mirror back, she rummages in her handbag, searching for that thing called identity: some of it lost somewhere in the railway colony she had just left behind, some in Sudhanshu’s left jacket pocket, the rest of it scattered here around broken teacups on railings, totally aberrant and arbitrary. ↗

— Kunal Sen

#suicidal #teenager #love